A few of Far Cry 5’s characters’ former names (according to the files)
Did you know that some characters used to have different names? Here’s what I found:
Adelaide Drubman - Penny Johnson (I’m not sure; it’s unclear)
Casey Fixman - Casey Seagal or Casey Storm
Chad Wolanski - Chad Gardetto
Faith Seed - Selena Seed
George Wilson - George Beel
Guy Marvel - Guy Martel (headcanon: it’s still his name but he thought Marvel was a cooler name for a movie director)
Hurk Drubman Senior - Wayne Senior
Joseph Seed - Daniel Seed
Merle Briggs - Merle Clinton
Wilhelmina Mable - Wilhelmina Maybelline
Tammy Barnes - Tammy Palmer (was she supposed to be Eli’s wife? Maybe!)
Tracey Lader - Traci West
Virgil Minkler - Virgil Knutsen
Wendell Redler - Wendell Darrah
Xander Flynn - Bob Johnson (again, like for Adelaide, not sure)
Also, I’ve said this before but Deputy Pratt’s first name is actually Stacy and not Staci. In the files, it’s only not spelled Stacy once, in the end credits... which is also, unfortunately, the only time players had a chance to see it written.
According to the files, Larry Parker’s first name is Laurence, the man we meet near Arcade machines is Morris Aubrey, and the fisherman is Coyote Nelson… but his description in the unreleased in-game encyclopedia also implies he died, so that might be inaccurate.
Below are the names of other Hope County residents (and where they live(d) and/or work(ed)) found in the deleted in-game encyclopedia:
Daniel Holmes — Holmes Residence
Doug and Debbie Hadler — Gardenview Orchards, Ciderworks, and Packing Facility
Rae-Rae Bouthillier — Rae-Rae's Pumpkin Farm
Niesha Howard — Howard Cabin
Emmet Reaves (in the late 1800s) — Copperhead Rail Yard & Prosperity
Will Boyd (from Far Cry: Absolution; his full name is William) — Boyd Residence
Les Doverspike — Doverspike Compound
Mike and Deb Harris — Harris Residence
Wolfgang Dodd — Dodd’s Dumps
Colin Dodd (Nadine Abercrombie’s grandfather) — Dodd Residence
Joe Roberts — Roberts Cabin
Dr. Kim Patterson — Hope County Clinic
Bobby Budell (in 1946) — Flatiron Stockyards
Doug Fillmore — Fillmore Residence
Orville Fall (found gold in 1865) — Catamount Mines
Mike and Chandra Dunagan — Sunrise Farm
The Redler family (Wendell’s) — Red’s Farm Supply
Andrew and Frances Woodson — Woodson Pig Farm
Don Sawyer — Sawyer Residence
Kay Wheeler — Kay-Nine Kennels
Jules Adams (and an unnamed husband) — Adams Ranch
Jerry Miller (and his family) — Miller Residence
Rick Elliot (his full name is Richard according to a message left by Eli; has a daugther named Becky according to Jess) — Elliot Residence
Jay Loresca — Loresca Residence
"Lonely Frank" — Frank’s Cabin
Dicky Dansky — Dansky Cabin
Roy Tanami — Tanami Residence
Mr. Vasquez — Vasquez Residence
Mr. McDevitt — Misty River Gas
Darby McCoy — McCoy Cabin
Dr. Phil Barlow — Barlow Residence
Travis McClean (and his husband Brent) — McClean Residence
Jasmine Chan — Chan Residence
Jerrod Wilson (in the 1800s) — Throne of Mercy Church
Frankie Sinclair — Sinclair Residence
Lydia (in 1912) — Lydia’s Cave
Dwight Feeney (the chemist who worked with Eden’s Gate and dies in the mission “Sins of the Father”) — Feeney Residence
Lorna Rawlings — Lorna’s Truck Stop
Edward O'Hara — O’Hara’s Haunted House
Kanti Jones — Jones Residence
Coyote Nelson — Nelson Residence
Holly Pepper (and her girlfriend Charlie) — Pepper Residence
Nolan Pettis — Nolan’s Fly Shop
Bob and Penny Johnson — Johnson Residence
Melvin Adams Abercrombie — Abercrombie Residence
Steve McCallough — McCallough’s Garage
Dr. Rachel Jessop (who, and I’ll keep saying this every time I can, was never Faith and always another, entirely different person) — Jessop Conservatory
Chad Wolanski is guilty of giving aid to Eli and his sinful Whitetails by supplying them food and shelter. Let this be a warning for all those that would stand against the Father. We will come for you, your house, your business, your family. There are only two sides: you are either with the Father, or against him.
Pray you choose the right side.
A note, found somewhere in the Whitetail Mountains. ❇︎ Notes of Hope County
A CONFUSION OF TONGUES - Far Cry 5 Week Day 3 (The Resistance)
Day 3, YAY! I had the greatest time ever writing this. It’s just a pile of stupid crap but @lucy-and-loki wanted a story where Chad, Wheaty and Cheeseburger were mentioned and so this is what I came up with.
And anyway, it’s about time Chad gets some love hahahaha
Chad Wolanski simply wants to mind his own business, work out what the hell a vegan burger is so that he can woo Adelaide Drubman, and preferably not have to talk to the obnoxious John Seed, who has just shown up at The Grill Streak, with a proposition and a couple of thinly disguised threats.
And what is he going to do about it?
Let's just say the Tower of Babel has got nothing on Chad.
This can be read on AO3: HERE
My whole Far Cry Week series can be read: HERE
Chad Wolanksi had never made a vegan burger in his entire life. As far as he was concerned, plants were plants and the only way they should be anywhere near his grease-slathered grill was having been digested once by the elk or bison sizzling over the heat.
Only… Adelaide Drubman wasn’t of that opinion.
Not since she’d met that spinach worshipping, kale for brains Californian.
God, that woman was a cougar , sex on legs with a quick wit, flirty charm and a healthy appetite to boot. Exactly the sort of woman Chad Wolanski went for. He held the long revered stance that the way to a woman’s heart is through her stomach… and so here he was, on a blisteringly hot July afternoon, stood on the porch of The Grill Streak, experimenting his way through heaps of unfamiliar produce to whip up the perfect vegan burger.
He’d drop by the marina and give it to her personally.
Maybe he’d invite her out for a steak?
Show her what she was missing out on.
As he mushed and mashed and squashed and pounded his latest attempt into a patty sized lump and tossed it onto the grill, he heard brakes screeching to a halt in the parking lot. One of those horrendous Peggie songs was blasting on full whack through the open window. The smooth humming cut out as the engine was switched off, the door slammed dramatically behind the driver, and footwear obviously inappropriate for the mountainous Whitetail region came striding towards him.
“Mr Wolanski?” Chad could hear the smug grin in the way the approaching voice drew out the syllables of his name, hissing a little on long ‘s’. He knew exactly who it was. Being a business owner of some renown, reputable and profitable in a county famed for its carnivorous population (Chad would rather die than miss the annual Testy Festy), he’d been expecting the manicured bastard for a while.
A fly danced around the misshapen patty of black beans, green beans, corn-beans right off a cob, whatever those goddamn chickpea-beans were, and something which the folks at Sunrise Farm called an ‘eggplant’. Didn’t look much like it came out of a chicken’s ass, but if it did, Chad very much wanted to get his hands on whatever oversized and no doubt juicy hen dropped the purple monstrosity.
Chad squashed the fat little insect straight onto the counter and watched it burst.
That’s exactly what he’d like to do to his latest visitor.
He turned and was faced with the ever irritating John Seed. A rare sight in this area, often far too busy sticking people’s heads into rivers down in the Holland Valley or looking at himself in a mirror, and definitely an unwelcome one.
“You are certainly an industrious man, Mr Wolanski, to be braving the heat of your kitchen in this weather.” John laughed, slick lawyer small talk weakened only by the fact that Chad could see that the man’s brow was glistening. He was probably desperate to be back at his ranch being fanned by swooning women. And why the hell was he insisting on wearing that ugly coat in 100 degree fahrenheit weather?
Chad offered no reply.
He sure as hell wasn’t about to offer a cold beverage either.
He’ll take my beverage, then he’ll take my restaurant.
All it took was a single step and Chad Wolanski was not going to take it.
John sauntered forward, surveying the Grill Streak in all her shabby, oily walled and grimy bathroom-ed glory, almost rubbing his hands together.
“You’ll be aware, Mr Wolanski, that my brother Jacob has, what one might call, an insatiable appetite for the protein food group. Something on which I’m sure the two of you can relate. And the same goes for rather a lot of his men, the ones who no doubt have paid a visit to your most nourishing and nurturing establishment.”
Chad watched this walking bacterial virus run his tattooed fingers along the surface of one of the outdoor seating tables, and rub the residual coating of meat juice between them.
The wince of disgust didn’t go unnoticed.
“They are the new alpha pack of this county, strong, loyal, a collective, more united than ever. A true militia. They make Eli Palmer’s group look like a book club. And you must take some of the glory for that, Mr Wolanski. You have provided a great service to these men and women. Fed and watered them, shared your bounty, relinquished your greed and gluttony and gave it to the community. You should be proud.”
Chad smelt his heap of mangled beans burning, and cursed under his breath. Damn Seed family, never shutting up, a permanent pain in the ass. He’d have to start all over again, and cutting up the eggplant had been hard enough last time. Ignoring John, he turned and grabbed his spatula, scooped up the patty and tossed it into a nearby garbage can.
“I have a proposition for you, Chad-”
“Iaigihtgohnnsyll, Jwn, sogtffmylndbakinyrfcycahrnfukff” Chad growled, hauling himself down the front stairs, spatula raised, wielded like a pitchfork, as if he were defending America from the British.
John’s face became utterly blank, that smirk finally wiped away. Eyes wide, brow furrowed, mouth agape at the string of unintelligible words he’d just had hurled at him. Chad relished in just how nervous even the spatula seemed to be making him. A part of him wished that John would cause trouble, and he could give him a good hiding with his utensils.
Whitehorse wouldn’t have cause to charge him with assault if he was defending his property… and would also probably be glad to hear that John Seed’s backside got what was coming to him at the hands of Hope County’s finest spatula.
“Imntinrstdinyrkultshihsujsfukffnlivmhtmwrk”.
John still didn’t move, just stood and stared.
“Dntmkmywsthz…” Chad raised his makeshift weapon again.
A bird squawked in the trees.
One of Jacob’s chosen sped on by, honking their car horn in victory.
The stifling airless day was suddenly treated to a short lived breeze.
“... I’m sorry… WHAT?”
All pretence of polite society and schmoozing was gone.
“Yhyrdm.”
“Uh… I…” John spluttered, completely oblivious to what was going on.
“YcntkyrPrhjctnshviuyrss”
“Are you even speaking English right now?”
“Alystmnhtspkinssholunlysmonuh-”
Chad could have sworn that John nearly reached into his inner coat pocket to retrieve a crucifix, in the hope that he could banish the demon that spoke in tongues.
“Those aren’t words- ”
“Yrthonlfkrnthcwntwhudnunstnm-”
“Do they not teach diction in Montana?”
“DthynhtichyhwtnhdrhssnthdhknGyhgh?”
“Maybe if you spoke a little slower , a little louder ?”
“IlspkhwwIwnthnyvrmuh-”
The usually dangerously collected lawyer was seething with visible rage. Chad couldn’t tell if he had a holster on his hip under that coat of his, but suspected that even with his track record of behaviour that went beyond questionable legality, John Seed wouldn’t be stupid enough to draw a pistol on a man armed only with a spatula in broad daylight.
“If this is supposed to be humorous, I warn you now, I am not a man who appreciates or tolerates being messed around and made to look a fool- ”
“Wlyhlkafllrhdyfyhcntuhndstnamnspkyonlngwg.”
“The Father requires your co-operation in these matters, and it would be wise not to play games with his patience, or mine- ”
“Ivlrdygvnmnswrntsno.”
John clamped his lips together, and breathed heavily, trying to regain his composure. There was a vein throbbing in his forehead, sweat now running from his hairline as they faced each other in the almost unbearable sunlight. Chad wondered just how much longer the man was going to endure this undignified performance, but realised he was in for an encore when John pushed his shoulders back, and plastered a smiling grimace on his face.
“Now, Mr Wolanski... we’re going to try again.” His voice was low, ominously quiet and all the wrong kinds of pleasant. “I have a proposition for you, one that would bring you into the Project’s embrace as a brother-”
“ThnkbhnthnkmnonlchdnIlkithawy.”
John threw his hands up in frustration.
“Do you have a sous-chef who I could speak to…” John cut himself off before finishing his point, folding his arms and resting his head in his trembling hand, rubbing at his temples, “No, why am I even asking , of course you don’t…”
“Pride is the most unforgivable of all sins, Chad-”
“FnyIhrdiwsbyna-”
“Utter another string of mumbled incomprehensible slop and I’ll-”
“Ylwh? Wwosaonwthspatulahr?”
John’s eyes darted towards the spatula, having finally picked up on a single, solitary word. Chad bared a knowing smile, unbrushed teeth yellowed with age saying everything else he wanted to say. I’m not afraid to use this and make it hurt. Maybe Adelaide will see him as a hero, cast her beetroot smoothie chugging toyboy out into the water for Ragnar to eat, and come running into his bare rugged chest and muscular arms? The scene briefly played out in front of his eyes, like the cover of one of those cheesy romance novels he flicked through in the clinic waiting room when he went to have his cholesterol measured.
More music came from the road, and Chad couldn’t have been happier to see Wheaty rolling up in a deep red 1970 Kimberlite ZZT, with Elton John’s ‘Tower of Babel’ crooning out of the speakers. Upon seeing the situation at hand, the teenager stuck his head out of the window, looking deeply concerned.
“Guess I got here just in time, huh? I’ve seen what he can do with that thing, Mr Seed, believe me, it’s not pretty.”
He hopped out of the car and half-skipped awkwardly over.
“Uh, if it’s not a bad time, Mr Wolanski? Wade asked me to pick up his usual?”
Not relinquishing his grip on the spatula, and not taking his eyes off of John, Chad replied:
“Thgtthbyrwznadyht?”
Wheaty shrugged and rubbed the back of his neck with his hand sheepishly.
“Well, Cheeseburger’s been a bit grouchy since he’s been on the diet Doctor Lindsey recommended and uh, well Wade’s feeling a bit sorry for him, y’know?”
“Yeah, I know right? Poor thing’s looking miserable as hell right now...”
“Ilmkhizomthndntywrryh.’
“Thanks Mr Wolanski, that’s a big help-”
Wheaty trailed off, double taking at their audience, and Chad saw that John was gawking again, his gaze this time dancing between the young boy, who was so effortlessly communicating with what he had considered to be crude, Neanderthalic grunting, and Chad, who had not let up on said grunting.
“Wha- HOW ARE YOU DOING THAT? WHAT IS HE SAYING? ” John demanded, screeching like a PTA mother offended by store bought cakes at a bake sale.
Wheaty frowned, confused by the question.
“What is it that you don’t get, Mr Seed?”
“I- wha- he’s not saying any words. There are NO WORDS THERE. ” John was losing it, looking like he was on the verge of fainting with utter bewilderment. He wobbled, and gripped the side of the nearest greasy table, eyes scanning the floor, looking at nothing, as he tried to process what the hell was going on. Chad chuckled to himself silently. He couldn’t wait to tell Adelaide how he’d made John Seed squeal like a mid-tantrum toddler.
Maybe he’d get a steak and sex?
“...Are you OK, Mr Seed? Are you having a stroke?” Wheaty made no move to help the man, but pulled out his cell phone. “I could try and get a signal and call an ambulance?”
“Trznzygnlhr-” Chad started.
John’s head snapped up and he threw both of them a filthy glare. Straightening up, he adjusted his vest and jacket, smoothed his hair back, still visibly vibrating with boiling rage, and flounced away towards his sun-warmed Mercedes, calling back as he went.
“Mark my words, Wolanski, I know your game! The wrath of the Father shall rain down upon you for your contempt! You will rue the day you made a mockery of me... and I shall so enjoy watching this shithole burn to the ground! And when you feel the hand of the Project’s justice, there’ll not be a single goddamn person there to listen to your insolent vociferating- ” He spat, before climbing into his car and speeding away towards the Henbane River as fast as the engine could take him.
Chad and Wheaty stood watching the dust rise behind him in a daze.
“And he says he can’t understand you … what the fuck does ‘vociferating’ mean?” Wheaty asked, as they retreated back to the safety of the shady Grill Streak. Both were in need of a Whistling Beaver beer and Chad wasn’t exactly one for being too concerned with age of drinking laws, or even permits to sell alcohol in the first place. No one asked, so he didn’t say.
“Idnszpzwlevrno, hsrahllancminbk” Chad laughed, before suddenly deflating again at the sight of mountains of uncooked beans.
Wheaty leaned over to peer at it, frowning at how unappetizing it all looked.
“Mrs Drubman coming for dinner?”
Chad beamed at his young friend.
Things would soon be as they should again. Seed-less, bean-less and vegan-less.
Iaigihtgohnnsyll, Jwn, sogtffmylndbakinyrfcycahrnfukff - I ain’t gonna sell John, so get off my land, back in your fancy car and fuck off
Imntinrstdinyrkultshihsujsfukffnlivmhtmwrk - I’m not interested in your cult shit so just fuck off and leave me to my work
Dntmkmywsthz - Don’t make me use this
Yhyrdm - You heard me
YcntkyrPrhjctnshviuyrss - You can take your project and shove it up your ass
Alystmnhtspkinssholunlysmonuh - At least I’m not speaking asshole, unlike someone
Yrthonlfkrnthcwntwhudnunstnm - You’re the only fucker in the county who can’t understand me
DthynhtichyhwtnhdrhssnthdhknGyhgh? - Do they not teach you how to not dress in the dark in Georgia?
IlspkhwwIwnthnyvrmuh - I’ll speak how I want, thank you very much
Wlyhlkafllrhdyfyhcntuhndstnamnspkyonlngwg - Well you look a fool already if you can’t understand a man speaking your own language
Ivlrdygvnmnswrntsno - I’ve already given my answer and it’s no
ThnkbhnthnkmnonlchdnIlkithawy - Thanks, but no thanks, I’m an only child and I like it that way
OnlnIndsm, ImnbsdmnckswthaBlngs, nIdfyntldntnyh - Only one I need is me, I’m the best damn cook south of Billings, and I definitely don’t need you
Mlnmryls - My land, my rules
GhydIdlktsyyhtrhy, Jwn, Iljsthrwynmgrlnwhchycklkthundrfdgohtyr - Go ahead, I’d like to see you try John, I’ll just throw you on the grill and watch you cook like the underfed goat you are
FnyIhrdiwsbyna - Funny, I thought it was being a...
Ylwh? Wwosaonwthspatulahr? - You’ll what? Who’s the one with the spatula here?
Thgtthbyrwznadyht? - Thought the bear was on a diet?
ImnhtsprhzdWytprthgcnlvnfsh, nydsmytngudolAmyrcnchz - I’m not surprised, Wheat, the poor thing can’t live on fish, needs meat and good old American cheese
Ilmkhizomthndntywrryh - I’ll make him something, don’t worry
Trznzygnlhr - There’s no signal here
Idnszpzwlevrno, hsrahllancminbk - I don’t suppose we’ll ever know, he sure as shit ain’t coming back
Chad Wolanski is alive and well. Dude didn’t even get to a bunker, just kept grilling. Nuke dropped right on his head, just added some extra flavor babey
Uncovering the unreleased Far Cry 5 in-game Encyclopedia
The almost complete but unused in-game encyclopedia, reconstructed thanks to the oasisstrings file.
Please note that it’s still cut content, so some information might not be relevant anymore.
You can read the oasisstrings file here. Pictures from this encyclopedia were also extracted and posted by @xbaebsae here.
Part 3: Locations - Whitetail Mountains
PIN-K0 Radar Station
Part of the Pine Line early warning system, the K0 facility was shuttered in the early 90's and left to the elements.
Rattlesnake Trail Bridge
A footbridge along the Makwa Trail, it connects one side of the gorge to the other, like bridges are supposed to do.
Snowshoe Lake
A clear glacial lake high up in the Whitetail Mountains. The water is always near freezing which makes skinny dipping a terrible idea.
Hunter’s Pass Shelter
A remote cabin used as a place to warm up or stay the night by hunters.
Ozhigwan Falls
One of the highest in the area, Ozhigwan falls is one of the natural wonders of the Park.... just don't step too close.
Jefferson Lookout Tower
A watch tower in the middle of the forest, meant to keep an eye out for forest fires or bears... or bears on fire.
Whitetail Park Visitor Center
It's where you'd go to find out what's going on at Whitetail Park, back when it was operational.
Hawkeye Tunnel
A tunnel through the mountain that offers a bird's eye view of the valley below.
Whitetail Park Ranger Station
The Ranger Station that patrols the Whitetail Park to keep it safe back when it was still open.
McKinley Dam
Named after the 25th president of the United States, McKinley Dam is used to regulate water and supply power to the people of Hope County.
Jacob’s Armory
Jacob has converted part of the McKinley Dam power station to be used as sanctuary against the coming apocalypse.
Grand View Hotel
The historic hotel in the Whitetail Mountains it was once the crown jewel of the park. Financial problems shut it down in the 80's. It's been empty ever since.
North Park Entrance
The Northern most entrance to Whitetail Park, abandoned now that the park is closed.
Bo’s Cave
A renown survivalist, Bo lives deep in forest. He is completely off the grid with none of the comforts of modern life.
Cooper Cabin
Another cabin that can be rented at Whitetail Park. Lately has been used as a safe-house by the Whitetail Militia.
Red Tail Cabin
A cabin in Whitetail Park that Eli's Militia use to take refuge from the constant attacks from Jacob's patrols.
F.A.N.G. Center
Friends of the Animals Nursing Grounds is home to Cheeseburger the Bear. Feeding times are 12:00 and 6:00 daily.
St. Francis Veteran's Center
A medical center for returning veterans, St. Francis was shuttered in the 90's when a more modern facility was constructed in a nearby county. When Eden's Gate moved in, Jacob found use for it as a place to indoctrinate his new recruits.
Lansdowne Airstrip
A small airstrip used by the locals for shipping in supplies and sightseeing tours.
Elliot Residence
Home to Rick Elliot and his family, one of the last people to holdout against Jacob and his army.
The Grill Streak
When Chad's diner was burned to the ground he retreated to his food truck. He still works hard to find food for Eli and his Militia.
Breakthrough Camp
A camp where parents sent their rebellious youth in order to get a taste of clean, wholesome outdoor living.
Old Sun Outfitters
The main supply store for camping and survival gear in the area. Seeing the writing on the wall, the owners closed shop and left while they still could.
Baron Lumber Mill
The Baron family lumber mill was already failing financially when Eden's Gate moved in and bought it out.
McNeill Residence
This house once belonged to the McNeill family before they were deemed sinners in the eyes of the cult and were forced to flee.
Linero Building Supplies
A small building supply store that sold lumber and materials. The owners ended up joining Eden's Gate, though not all of them willingly.
Haskell Lookout Tower
A watch tower overlooking the north region of the Whitetail Park.
Fort Drubman
Pretty much all the Hurk Sr. has left after his divorce from Adelaide. It's from here he runs his senate campaign with the dubious help of his son, Hurk Jr.
MCA Mobile Lab
A mobile lab where the Montana Conservation Authority conducts research on the local flora and fauna.
Loresca Residence
Former residence of Jay Loresca, former Navy Seal. Rumor has it he joined the Whitetails, but it's certain that he’s long gone.
Whitetail Mountains Rail Bridge
A bridge connecting the Henbane River and the Whitetail Mountains. It's been out of use ever since the Copperhead Rail stopped running.
Elk Jaw Lodge
Part of the Whitetail Park the Elk Jaw Lodge was a nice place to relax near Silver Lake. Now... not so much.
Wolf’s Den
The secret bunker of the Whitetail Militia, home to Eli, their leader, as well as Tammy and Wheaty.
Oberlin Picnic Area
A nice place for a group to sit down, eat, and take in baseball game at the nearby diamond.
Osprey Cabin
One of the many cabins that visitors can rent at Whitetail Park. Named after birds of prey, thy are the perfect hiding places for Eli's Militia.
Kestrel Cabin
One of the handful of individual cabins available to rent at Whitetail Park.
Mansfield Lookout Tower
An abandoned fire watch tower overlooking the southern region of Whitetail Park.
Frank’s Cabin
A cabin owned by a recluse known as Lonely Frank. He seems to like it that way.
Dansky Cabin
This is where Dicky Dansky comes to write his books about Sasquatches, Bigfoot, and other cryptids.
Valley View Overlook
A place for visitors to stop and take in the view of the forest below.
Stone Ridge Chalet
High up on a rocky ridge is a Chalet where hunters and park visitors could come and warm up.
Silver Lake Parking Lot
A nice place to stop and take a refreshing dip in nearby Silver Lake.
Clagett Boathouse
A boathouse and docks maintained by the Old Sun Outfitters.
Salvage Camp
A small camp where a salvage company is attempting to recover items from the wreck of a sunken plane
Dylan’s Master Bait Shop
In case you needed some fishing pointers... Dylan will likely just point you somewhere else.
Langford Falls Parking Lot
A spot for visitors to pause and take in the beauty of the nearby Langford Falls.
Widow’s Creek
One of Skylar's favorite fishing spots. She'll probably tell you where it got its name.
Fowler’s Retreat
A not-so-secret place where Dave keeps all of his extra Cheeseburger merchandise.
South Park Entrance
The southern enterance to Whitetail Park. Once the gem of Hope County, it has seen better days.
What I learned listening to Far Cry 5′s audio files
The game’s lore, as told by its characters.
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Doctor Sarah Perkins
Biography
Sarah’s parents wanted her to be an accountant. Instead, she chose to protect wildlife. She came to Hope County with her team and they had been studying the Judges for months when Eden’s Gate approached them and asked them to help the cult. They refused. Sarah’s colleagues (and friends) were caught by Jacob’s men and strung up for the Judges to train on while she managed to escape and was saved by Eli and the Whitetails. Now, she survives alone, trading ointments and antibiotics for food, and continues to study the Judges. She never believed in guns before but she sleeps with a 9mm under her pillow now. Sarah has spent her whole life trying to save wolves from humans and regrets that we, as a species, seem to think we can do whatever we want with nature. According to her, “the bill is coming due”. She doesn’t agree with cults but understands why people are drawn to them because, as she explains, “we all want answers, we all want someone to take care of us, we all want to belong”. When it’s safe, she wants to get as far away from Hope County as she can and thinks she will need “intensive trauma therapy”.
She knows a lot of things about wildlife, like the fact many animals use the sun for navigation, or that grizzlies can charge at 30 miles per hour, eat 90 pounds of food a day (about 360 cheeseburgers, she says), and that the bigger one was found in Alaska and weighed 1,600 pounds. She observes the Judges have thicker and coarser fur than normal wolves, as well as dilated pupils and respiratory problems.
Sarah likes and compliments Boomer, Peaches and Cheeseburger. She thinks everyone should have a dog.
She says Eli is a good man and that the Whitetails are a good group of fighters.
She describes Jacob as “a crazy mashup between Mengele and Demikhov” because, to him, the end justifies the means.
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Chad Wolanski
(I can’t write Chad’s biography because it’s nearly impossible to understand what he says without subtitles. Just know he had a restaurant called the Grill Streak (now, it’s just a food truck because of Eden’s Gate), loves meat, and mostly cooks roadkill. He’s a strange but cool dude.)
Adelaide says Hurk Sr. once took her to Chad’s restaurant. She hated it because she found a piece of tire tread in her burger. According to her, the Grill Streak should be called “Listeria Wagon”.
Eli offers him protection in exchange for his food.
Grace is suspicious of his food and doesn’t wish to eat it.
Jess thinks he puts chewing tobacco in his burgers. She once had a “conversation” with him for three hours. She didn’t understand anything but it was entertaining.
Sharky loves the Grill Streak.
Wade says Cheeseburger is diabetic because of Chad’s burgers.
